These days I'm so focused
Fast life, slow motion
These, these days I'm so focused
These days I'm so focused
Fast life, slow motion
Or maybe I'm just a dreamer
And life is but a dream
And I would never leave her
But I bet she can't wait to get rid of me
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk
Go hard until the AM
You can have my shine, I give you my light
Opportunities you take them
And you can take your time on your own time
I be at the finish line waiting
Cause some people chase the world
Other people let the world chase them, yo
We run, we run, we run the world
(Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world
(Yeah)
We run, we run, we run the world
(Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world
(Yeah)
We run, we run, we run the world
(Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world
(Yeah)
We run, we run, we run the world
(Get high)
We run, we run, we run this world
(Yeah)
Yeah, can you hear it?
I spread love, can you feel it in your spirit?
When doves cry shit get serious
You feel like a prince in a pharaoh's pyramid
Scheme turned dream turned nightmare on Elm Street
Ye ain't got your heart in the right place
How the hell you plan to stay on beat, on beat?
Yeah, I put that on me
I got a gun and a good book, leave all your homies holy, moly
Black sheep, no miss Bo Peep
Motherfuck police 'til they release all of my OG's
You could lean on me 'til you Morgan Free
You don't need no sleep
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Can't spell Illuminati without Lu
Can't spell Lu without "u"
Can't spill blood without blue
Now ask yourself what is what I do
Let you put that together without clue (without stue) (fast life)
Built a time machine in my past like
A horror story about as long as Fukushima half-life
And mostly I'll be ghost
And to talk about it have to rhyme into a flashlight
Now that's a long way from blackface
Track that they using for your rat race
Connected to a cat face, you can ask them pussies how a lap taste
Maybe like cookies to a monster
Run a mouse to the miles of meows, call me now
Full speed ahead, full speed ahead
To allow no limits, but there are no limits
No limits allowed, no limits exist
There are no limits
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Go, go, uh
Yeah, no roof on the jeep with a big old chain
Niggas left for the sniff and came back for the base
You could tell he was tripping by the look on his face
No new jacks in my city
Aye, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, uh, I'm feeling like G money, money, money
Yeah, no new jacks in my city
Bitch, I'm G money, money, money
(Man, you tripping, that's some real nigga shit right there)